Be careful what you pray for
tags:
poems
The best I could hope
Feels like a prayer
That suddenly woke
And scared me to bits
Wonderful broke
Over the skyline
Smashed me to dust
That swells on the wind
I have to be crushed
To be given a form
I want to be judged
And found needing
That your terrible presence
Obscures me some more
Is the one hope I have
To start being
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